Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Can,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.